Testo Doolin - Dalton The Eagles
They were duelinâ, doolin-dalton
High or low, it was the same
Easy money and faithless women
Red-eye whiskey for the pain
Go down, bill dalton, it must be godâs will,
Two brothers lyinâ dead in coffeyville
Two voices call to you from where they stood
Lay down your lay books now
Theyâre no damn good
Better keep on movinâ, doolin-dalton
âtil your shadow sets you free
If youâre fast, and if youâre lucky
You will never see that hanginâ tree
Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains
Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waitinâ for the names
And a man could use his back, or use his brains
But some just went stir crazy, lord, âcause nothinâ ever changed
âtil bill doolin met bill dalton
He was workinâ cheap, just bidinâ time
Then he laughed and said,âiâm goin,â
And so he left that peaceful life behind
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